Biology, please make of me
Something awe-inspiring and warmly inviting
Something I always try to be.
History, don't repeat yourself
You're a broken record
And we all wanna see you proven wrong.

Biology, assemble me
Ever piece exactly where it should be
I've got spare parts that I don't really need.
History, don't waste your breath
We know you say there's nothing left
But I'll find out all by myself.

I've been gone for a while now.

Why am I running through my neighbors' yards?
When did I even start?
(What prompted me to start?)
I just hate falling asleep alone
But I hate that you think I need you to fall asleep even more
So I'm looking at a diving board
Wondering if they'd hear me hit the water
Or if it's safe to assume I'm safe to take the dive.

Bored stiff but my limbs are fluid
A brand new feeling but I could get used to it
I am weightless, but I am a statue
Wearing a smile to add to my face value.

This is how I sleep now that you're gone.

The forecast calls for clouds tonight
But above my house there's a window for starlight
My town can't see what I see.

Shaken up but still barely moving
This brand new feeling is all that I'm doing
I am weightless, but I am rooted in place
This smile will never leave my face.

And this is how I sleep now that you're gone.

Every Time I Die inspired.

Look at the walls of these hallowed halls
Paintings and windows of all the ones who paid their way in.
Exalt in honor of those who kept the lies alive!
Keep reminding the weak of their shortcomings!
Keep them flooding in to pay indulgences
For the things they could never do without
Is it wrong to live in a world where sin is the currency of my country?

God damn, God damn them all
The pious play off our problems
And stick their necks out to speak the word of a god that they don't even listen to.
God damn, God damn them all.

Leave the stale taste of salvation in your mouth as long as you can take it.
And spit it out if you feel like the flesh and blood of a man tastes like shit.
Oh no, he didn't just go there! (He's flirting with the devil, he's flirting with the devil)
I walked through the arches of the cathedral
And I took a handful of donations
I threw it up in the air and watched the faithful dive to the floor in vocation.

God damn, God damn them all
The routine Sunday believers
The rest of the week they do what they want, but it's alright, cuz they did their part
God damn, God damn them all.